Thursday, February 22, 2018

As stars begin to fall,
The time has passed
To change sides now.
The fear that's in your eyes,
As fire is raining
From the sky.
No one left alive,
Fire and smoke,
Hot stones of thunder.
Spirits still alive,
Escape the spell
That they were under.
On and on they go,
Learning more
But never knowing.
The seed remains alive,
Not bound by space,
Not bound by time.
The sower also knows...
He waits and watches
As the seed grows...

- - - Bruce Mundheke has worked as a laborer and a registered nurse. Now he is making tons of money writing poetry. He lives in Illinois with his wife and their dog and cat.